Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Wicked game...Wicked people...Wicked world !!!!

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

No, I don't want to fall in loveNo, I don't want to fall in loveWith you

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I want to fall in loveNo, I want to fall in loveWith you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,

2 comments:

this makes me think of one of the questions I had posed some time back on my blog..is it wrong to desire, by desire I mean passionately want something, knowing that the thing we want may never need us in the same way.

About Me

The person I have written about is not famous. It may be that she never will be. It may be that when her life at last comes to an end she will leave no more trace of her sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water. But it may be that the way of life that she has chosen for herself and the peculiar strength and sweetness of her character may have an ever-growing influence over her fellow men so that, long after her death perhaps, it may be realized that there lived in this age a very remarkable creature.